"If a person like you really defeats the immortal, can you really bring eternal peace?"
These words made Yumian Feilong and others sweat profusely.
Just by listening to it, he couldn't help but feel his heart beating faster, fearing that the Martial Saint would fly into a rage in the next second and suck Qiao Mu dry.
On the contrary, after hearing this, the Martial Saint still had a calm expression on his face.
"For a long time, no one dared to point at my nose and scold me." He also smiled slightly.
"The world now only knows my reputation as a martial saint, but they don't know that a martial saint is not born a martial saint."
Ripples appeared in his deep pool-like gaze.
"Forty years ago, I was not a martial saint, but a top-ranked general of the dynasty, the eleventh in the world. In terms of personal strength alone, the top ten masters in the world at that time were all better than me."
As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.
Ranking among warriors is a very difficult task.
If there really is a universally recognized list of heroes, with the top ten recognized by all warriors in the world, then the strength of the top ten must be far greater than that of the eleventh.
Therefore, in the old martial arts world forty years ago, the Martial Saint was far from being the leader in martial arts.
If there is a person who is the strongest since birth and is invincible all the way, then either he is in a well himself, or he is hanging on the wall with cheats.
The world is big, and there are countless smart people everywhere. The Martial Saint was not the strongest in his time.
"After the Alien War, I gave up my official position and title and escaped into the folk martial arts world. After I created the 'Martial Spirit Holy Rhinoceros Secret', the first thing I did was to find the top ten martial arts masters in the world and meet with them."
"In addition to describing the power of the aliens, I also did one thing." The Martial Saint said calmly:
"I taught them the complete 'Martial Spiritual Rhinoceros Secret', and we agreed to have a decisive battle again in ten years."
"The only winner in ten years will be the Martial Saint."
As soon as these words came out.
Yumian Feilong and others felt their hair stand on end and were completely speechless.
The initial reaction was shock and astonishment.
If I had heard Wu Qingxin say before that the Martial Saint taught three thousand disciples, he was using the bodies of others to achieve his own goals, just like playing a game of raising poisonous insects.
Listening to it again now, I have a different feeling.
It turns out that this martial saint was not playing the Gu-raising game for the first time.
Even the Martial Saint himself was just the strongest of the poisonous insects.
No....he is not the strongest.
In the ten-year battle among the strongest martial artists forty years ago, he was the weakest one.
He did not swing the knife at the weaker ones, but instead turned the knife on himself, forcing himself to fight to the death with the strongest ones of the time.
The one who survives to the end can become a Martial Saint.
The Martial Saint is not some chosen one.
Over the years, those who died by his side or at his hands were more than just the top ten warriors in the world, three thousand disciples, and a hundred thousand comrades-in-arms.
He is not one, but many.
He is the epitome of warriors of the previous era and a collection of the most powerful martial artists of the previous era.
After the initial shock and astonishment, Yumian Feilong and others felt a chill and fear that penetrated deep into their bones.
It turns out that the top ten heroes on the hero list did not die at the hands of immortal cultivators, but died at the hands of martial saints, and I'm afraid they died in the same way as Wu Qingxin.
No wonder the 11th-ranked martial saint forty years ago could be called a saint by martial arts and destroy the old martial arts world by himself...
If a person like Wu Shengren, who carries many secrets and has a deep mind, were to reveal the secrets from many years ago one day, then they would probably be doomed... .
"Everyone in the top ten in the world back then could have become a martial saint, but I was the only one who survived to the end."
"This is the principle of me, the Martial Saint." The Martial Saint lowered his eyelids and looked down at the tree beneath him.
"So, what's your reasoning?"
My reason
Qiao Mu was silent for a moment.
This Martial Saint was more determined and more powerful than any other person he had met before.
This kind of strength is not strength in terms of military force, but strength in terms of mind and character.
Regardless of whether what he does is right or wrong, he remains firm on his beliefs. Such a person cannot be shaken by mere lip service.
"My principle is morality." Qiao Mu said in a deep voice facing the towering Martial Saint:
"A man of noble character and integrity will not seek to live at the expense of his integrity, but will rather sacrifice his life to achieve his integrity."
"You said your truth, but what I saw was that you did not sacrifice yourself. The ones who sacrificed themselves were the top ten warriors in the world, your three thousand disciples, and your one hundred thousand comrades."
"Then why didn't the Martial Saint die?"
These words are heartbreaking.
Qiao Mu did not believe all the nice words of the Martial Saint because his hands were stained with blood countless times.
Yumian Feilong and others subconsciously glanced at the towering Martial Saint, but they only saw him narrow his eyes slightly without revealing any expression.
Qiumu took a deep breath.
After thinking about it for a while, the physical fear he had before was gradually suppressed, and his feet gradually became less heavy.
Qiumu will not miss any opportunity to commit suicide and die with high quality.
Under the incredulous gazes of Yumian Feilong and others, Qiao Mu took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and facing the Martial Saint whose body was as majestic as a mountain, he performed the starting posture of the Changsheng Fist.
"The truth of a warrior is not expressed through words, but through fists." He said in a deep voice:
"You are strong, and you are right."
"I am weak and I am guilty."
"Then let's see whether yours, the Martial Saint's reasoning, or my, Qiao Zhong's, is correct."
"You want to challenge me?" The Martial Saint laughed. He was laughing so hard that the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears, revealing two rows of forty white teeth.
"Then..." He took a step forward and stood at the gate of the Holy Temple.
The faint moonlight fell on his shoulders, as if his body was glowing faintly, making his figure look even more like an immortal or god.
He gently hooked his finger at Qiao Mu:
"Come up and die."
Under the moonlight, the two men stood facing each other, their bodies, one big and one small, forming a sharp contrast.
Qiao Mu's body is already in his sixties. Although he is obviously much stronger than an ordinary sixty-year-old man, he still looks thin and small compared to the mountain-like body of the Martial Saint.
Under the moonlight, the frail sixty-year-old man imitated the Martial Saint's movements and gently raised his finger in opposition to him:
"Come down and let me lead you to death."
Chapter 94: The Martial Saint and the Qiao Family (3k
Under the cover of night.
The Martial Saint walked slowly into the not very spacious Holy Maiden Temple, and with a flick of his palm like a palm-leaf fan, he easily overturned the roof of the temple, and the statue of the Holy Maiden fell to the ground, collapsing into pieces.
He took a step forward, squeezed his huge body into the small temple, sat on the shrine, supported his chin with one hand, and waited quietly for Qiao Mu's challenge.
Qiao Mu did not take action immediately, but instead adjusted his breathing first. He had just been burned by the Li Fire and had used the Heavenly Demon Disintegration, so his physical condition was not good.
Not only Qiao Mu, the Jade-faced Flying Dragon behind was also in a slightly better situation.
Although the Martial Saint's previous sword strike had extinguished the Lihuo, it also caused them to bleed all over and left them seriously injured.
"What should we do now? Run?" someone suggested quietly.
"Run? How can you possibly run? Now that you're on the Martial Saint's pirate ship, there's no chance of survival." The Jade-faced Flying Dragon just smiled bitterly.
They witnessed with their own eyes how the Martial Saint sucked Wu Qingxin dry under the moonlight, an act that was like a cannibalistic demon. When they heard the Martial Saint talk about the secret of the past, they knew they were doomed.
You know, these warriors who have practiced "The Holy Martial Spirit Rhino Secret Art" are the food of the Martial Saint, just like Wu Qingxin before and Qiao Zhong who is about to face the Martial Saint now!
"The immortals eat people, but they still have dignity. The people of the world are in hardship but can still survive; the martial saint eats people..." They couldn't help but look at the corpse of Wu Qingxin in the forest.
This saintly lady from the immortal sect who had a cold and otherworldly temperament was now reduced to nothing more than a thin layer of skin covering her bones. Her death was horrific, and even these martial artists who were used to seeing the dead were horrified.
After facing the Martial Saint directly, their fear of him even overwhelmed that of the high and mighty immortal.
"Jade-faced Flying Dragon, if the Martial Saint really cares about the world, then why did Qiao Zhong challenge the Martial Saint? Isn't this courting death?"
A warrior with a broken arm asked.
His arm was cut off by the Martial Saint with a single blow. He turned pale due to blood loss and fell to the ground.
In addition to Jade-faced Flying Dragon, there are two other warriors still alive at this moment.
Among them, Jade-faced Flying Dragon had the highest martial arts skills and the most knowledge and experience, so he subconsciously asked at this time.
"Didn't you hear what Qiao Zhong said?" Jade-faced Flying Dragon sighed.
Whether it is Jade-faced Flying Dragon or the other two surviving warriors, they were able to practice to the fourth or fifth level. Naturally, they all had considerable experience and would not believe everything the Martial Saint said.
Judging from deeds rather than heart, the deeds of the Martial Saint are more brutal than those of an immortal.
He just ate a person, wiped his mouth, and turned around to say that he had been lying dormant for forty years with great ambitions and was ready to save the world. Who would believe him
They didn't believe it, so Qiumu naturally didn't believe it either.
It is human nature to be skeptical.
After all, not long after Qiao Mu came into this world, a friend named Guo kindly told him the truth about saying one thing and thinking another.
"Qiao Zhong did not debate with the Martial Saint about whether his reasoning was right or wrong, because he knew that a person like the Martial Saint could not be convinced by words. What he was questioning was the Martial Saint's humanity."
“That’s why he said: A man of noble character and integrity will not seek to live at the expense of his integrity, but will rather sacrifice his life to achieve his integrity.”
It was obviously difficult for them to trust a martial saint whose hands were stained with blood and who could easily kill entire families.
After all, judging from the information known to Yumian Feilong, Qiao Mu and others, the person who made the sacrifice has never been a Martial Saint.
certainly.
The Martial Saint didn't care whether Jade-faced Flying Dragon and others trusted him or not.
At this time, Qiao Mu had also finished regulating his breathing and walked step by step towards the Martial Saint who was sitting like a mountain in the dilapidated temple.
Yumian Feilong and others opened their eyes wide and took in his back.
How could an ant shake a tree? This old man in his sixties could not possibly be the opponent of the martial arts legend.
They knew that after Qiao Mu was completely eaten up by the Martial Saint, it would be their turn.
Ever since the Martial Saint revealed his identity, they knew they had no chance of survival. The only reason they didn't end up like Wu Qingxin was because Qiao Mu was too eye-catching and attracted the Martial Saint's attention.
But he too would soon die.
"Qiao Zhong, do you want a weapon?" At this time, a voice came from behind the forest. It was Envoy Xing Xuan who was speaking.
Envoy Xing Xuan had been watching from the sidelines from beginning to end, never intervening in the battle, just watching silently. This was the first time he spoke.
"A spear, or a sword." Qiao Mu said.
His weapon had been twisted and deformed by Wu Qingxin's burning and was no longer usable.
A long spear came flying through the air and was caught by Qiao Mu.
He took a deep breath, took a big step, and rushed forward like an arrow. The spear in his hand flashed like a cold star under the night sky.
bite.
The tip of the spear rested on the tip of the Martial Saint's index finger.
In a flash, the Martial Saint simply stretched out a finger to block the attack.
The full-strength attack of the fourth-grade warrior failed to pierce the skin on the fingertips of the Martial Saint, and not even a white mark was left.
"Come again!"
Qiao Mu held the spear in his hand and thrust it forward again.